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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required P e a c e is a language spoken between healing bougainvilleas and bleeding begonias, dripping dews of hope through simple gestures~ like specks of sapphire dust from stars sparkling amidst bed-shaped clouds, crawling through the horizon many miles away, stretching beyond the fogginess that veils clarity, stirring the anchored odyssey to sail through twisted tides of turquoise, facing the harshness of reality like a mistress of sky and sea~ u n b r e a k a b l e, cloaked in opalescent shimmers… Tonight, I feel the warmth of inner light rushing through arteries swollen with angst, for I am the dream I’ve been chasing~ through the greyest of rays, oblivious to the bluest blur within violet haze, lost in the coldness of wicked waves whistling woeful verses to the sun that rests in the arms of the marine nest. Let me be the serenity you inhale when your heart feels like a secluded vessel. Let me be the solace to midnight melancholy, when darkness is the comfort of a duvet where nightingales croon. Let me float like the softness of feathers as I wish upon unseen jewels of twilight, for I will rise and soar like a phoenix, reborn in flames of fortitude, allowing pain to be the prompt when ink suffocates in a casket of deceased dahlias embalmed with dulcet desires..... I am the aura of a waltzing wildflower, rooted in the soul of your garden blooming with graceful gladiolus still soaked in the scent of sun-kissed sands homing everlasting evergreens... and you will f o r e v e r be my 3 a.m. prose~ the peace I embrace in your absence, when sleep is a mere forgotten rhyme...
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